Poslednee pis'mo [Последнее письмо | Гудбай, Америка] [English translation]

When all the songs

That I don't know tail off,

In the tart air

My last paper steamer will hum.

Goodbye, America, oh,

Where I have never been to.

Goodbye forever,

Take a banjo,

Play for me before parting.

La-la-la....

Your grated jeans

Became too small for me.

We have been taught for so long

To love your forbidden fruits.

Goodbye, America,

Where I will never be.

Will I hear a song

That I will remember forever?

Goodbye, America, oh,

Where I will never be.

Hear my song

Akin to the funeral peal.